Vivid

Ignorance is not bliss;
It never will be.
It never can be.
How can the blind man
Enjoy what he cannot see?
Knowledge is power.
Apparent ignorance
With hidden knowledge;
That is bliss.

Another Migraine

Tasting the sweet intrusion

of thoughtless bleeding fusion

digging deeper into the mind

digging lower and lower

brushed by the grind

Invisible spiders entangling the spine

like suffocation of a strangling vine

Talons pierce the mind
shatter thoughts into spiraling shards

of black and gold and ember

in fire and ice and mismatched strains

Music echoes in the shadow

broken lights swallow shallow dreams

that wilt and wane while hope lies frozen

in hollow moments and fragmented scenes

Lights dance in mocking grace

flowing on an angry tide

doused in cold, frustrated rage

hope lies barren on desert sands

in twisted agony

We're almost touching the grind.